Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

It occurred to me that we'd talked for a half hour or more and Thad hadn't even laid a hand on me. In fact, I was almost beginning to hope he…

Thad got up suddenly and pulled me up by my hands. I was trembling with suppressed excitement and the magnetic attraction between us was so heavy I could almost see it in the air. I wanted to say something, anything, but the look in his eyes made me stay quiet. I knew what Thad wanted to do. He wanted to kiss me.

Our mouths moved together like shy searching animals at first, so soft and warm that it brought a sigh from my throat. Then Thad pressed harder, exploring my tongue with his own. It was beautiful. Thad's hands moved down my body, following the curve of my waist and the outward swell of my bottom. I tensed. He had sucked my ear lobe between his lips now and the sensation was driving me crazy. But what would he think if he found out I had no panties on?

I twisted in his arms, but it was too late. Thad had slipped his fingers down to the edge of my miniskirt and then under it. When I felt his palms warm against my firm little cheeks, I looked up at him, ready to make some silly excuse or explanation. Both of us were trembling with the excitement of the moment, and when I opened my mouth to speak, he put a finger to my lips and smiled.

"It's none of my business," he said.

I knew Thad could see me panting, but I couldn't help it. Closing my eyes, I pushed my face against his chest and clung there, more mixed up than ever about boys and how I should act around them.

"Shelly," he said finally, "I'm going to make love to you."

"No!" I said, stiffening in his arms, "Really. I don't want…"

Thad cut me off. "Like I said the other night, I don't know exactly what your problems are, but I can cure this one for you."

His assumptions made me suddenly angry. How did he know that I was troubled with sex anyway? "I think you'd better take me home now."

"I will. After I take off your clothes and…"

Again I tried to get away. "Please, let me go-" Thad had slipped his hands down to my naked ass cheeks again and the sensation was lovely-so lovely that I couldn't keep from giving another sigh.

"It isn't wrong to say you want to do something." Thad made me look up at him. "Come on. Just say what you feel."

"I don't know what I feel," I cried. His fingers had found my wet mound and each time he petted it, I thought I'd collapse right there.

Thad laughed again. His relaxed and easy manner had dissolved my anger, but I wasn't going to give in so easy to what had always hurt me in the past.

"Look," he whispered, "just repeat after me, What can it hurt?"

"All right," I said, frowning, "but saying it won't mean that I mean it."

He pushed inside my sopping folds and rested his finger against my clitoris. I fought down the shivery feelings and stared up at him, resolved not to be weak.

When he spoke, Thad's voice was soft and romantic. "Say, Thad I love you."

"Thad, I love you," I said, not smiling.

"Good. Now try this. Thad, I know you want to make me happy and make me come." He waited patiently for my reply.

"This is silly," I snapped. "Okay, I'll say it." Thad pushed his lips against my neck as I began. "Thad, I know you… W-w-want to make me happy and m-m-make me…"

I tightened my arms around his chest a little tighter and tried to remember. My loins were melting like butter against his softly caressing fingers and his teeth nipped playfully at the tenderest spots on my neck.

"You haven't finished it yet," he urged.

"And make me… come," I sighed, feeling my thighs pulled hard against his, feeling his erect cock bound tight by his clothes.

We fell-or, I thought we were falling. It was only Thad lowering me into the soft, wild grass that surrounded us on every side. He unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it back. I felt the sun on my titties and then the wetness of Thad's mouth and tongue. My tiny skirt was wadded around my waist, but I didn't care. He was struggling with his own pants now. Then our bodies pressed together warmly. Our skin rubbed and tickled in a thousand places and I felt my turgid little nipples slip along Thad's tan chest. I kissed his neck wet wherever I could reach it.

"See how beautiful it can be?" he said softly.

I was afraid to say anything, though I wanted to beg him not to leave me when he was finished, not to leave me alone to be ashamed. Instead, I just held on to him like we were the last man and woman on earth.

"I don't know how long I can last," he said. "You're very pretty, and I'm over-due." Thad pushed my slippery labia apart with his fingers and I felt the hot glans of his cock nestle against the tiny head of my clitoris and then slip down to my vagina. Tilting my mound up so he could go inside easier, I let my hands hold him softly at the small of his back. I hadn't even seen his cock yet, but somehow I knew it must be beautiful.

There was a wet sound and I felt our bodies join, his member stabbing upward with a glorious splash of feeling. Thad heard the hot little rushes my breath was making and he touched my chin with his lips. "I love you, Shelly."

"Oh, do you, Thad? Do you really?"

"Yes," he whispered back. "Already I love you." Thad's cock was all the way in me now and when he began to pull it out, I squirmed my bottom against the ground and whimpered. I felt like a soft little bunny who needed it so awfully bad. Thad kissed me around the mouth until I was murmuring words that weren't really words.

"Oh, darling," I begged, "make me feel good like you said you would.

Please, Thad… please!"

Thad's cock slipped in and out of my body, making slick, soft sounds of love. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and back until he winced a little and bit me tenderly on one breast. My face was wet with his spit as I moved my body under him. My come was starting already. The point of no return rushed by and my groin and tummy spread fiery tendrils through the rest of my body.

"Shelly," Thad moaned, "I don't think I can hold it any longer."

"Oh, don't hold it!" I cried, hugging him tight. "Don't hold it any longer."

We struggled together, gasping and twisting on the grass. Thad rolled over and for a moment I was on top, his cock planting semen into the very back of my vagina. When he pushed me under him again I felt my insides close around his penis tightly. I was crying with the thunderous waves of pleasure that Thad was rubbing from my vulva with his spurting cock.

"Gosh Thad… Oh, damn it, I'm going to die!"

"Shelly, baby… you're fucking me dry," he sighed and covered my mouth again with his own wet lips.

I didn't know I was still crying, but Thad's tongue licking at my tears brought me out of my day dream. Maybe I was sad because deep down I knew that the joy and love was over. Thad would pull on his clothes, take me home and go on to California. He probably had dozens of women waiting for him on the coast.

"Why the tears?" he asked, cradling my head in his hands.

"Thad," I began, trying to be brave, "you don't have to hang around and be grateful or anything. You can just take me home if you want, and I'll promise not to beg you to stay or…"

"Hold on a minute," he said, shaking his head. "Where did you get all that crap?"

I lowered my eyes and pushed my finger over a freckle on his bare shoulder, feeling terribly foolish. The breeze blew a strand of hair across my eyes and Thad shoved it back.

"Well, let me tell you a few things before you freak out again, okay?"

I nodded and tried to smile. "Okay."

"You're gonna go to California with me for a starter…"

"Oh Thad," I gasped, hardly believing my ears.

"Hold on. There's more to it than that." He studied my face closely.

"How old are you anyway?"